Nora's POV
Satanism.
Absolutely impossible. My mother? There's no conceivable way.
"You're certain about this?" I question, my gaze fixed on Charlette with complete disbelief.
"Completely certain, though I hesitated to share this information, knowing it might alter your perception of your mother."
"It absolutely does." A heavy exhale escapes me as I move toward the window. The aged glass distorts everything beyond it, creating a warped view of the world outside. "This makes no sense whatsoever. If she faced excommunication for dabbling in Satanic practices, how could she possibly encounter my father, a blood archangel?" My head falls backward in exasperation. "I realize you lack these answers. Every revelation only multiplies my questions, creating this maddening cycle of confusion."
